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KEVIN by Friar Dave
(copyright, September 1995)
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KEVIN
by Friar Dave
Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com
Part 1:
"Oh, no," Kevin muttered.
Jack looked at him. "What's the matter?"
Kevin shook his head. "Nothing," he lied. Something was certainly the
matter. It was a slightly breezy afternoon in early April, and Mrs.
Howley had just come out of the building next door with her daughter
in tow. The problem was Mrs. Howley: She was young -- for a married
lady -- beautiful, curvaceous and wearing a pair of crisp blue jeans
and a tight turtleneck sweater like they were a second skin.
"Hi!" Nora called, smiling.
"Hi, Nora. Hello, Mrs. Howley," the two 16-year-olds called back.
Nora ran over to the stoep where the boys sat. "We're going to the
liberry." Nora was eight.
Mrs. Howley strolled up behind her daughter. "Li-BRAR-y," she
corrected. "Hi, fellas." She smiled. "You finally got a break -- a
nice day." Except for Easter Sunday, the weather had been miserable
since school let out for the eight-day spring vacation.
Kevin felt the inevitable happening and shifted his legs, hoping to
conceal the rising lump in his pants.
"Finally," Jack said.
"A break for you, too. At least Nora can go outside and play a
little," Kevin remarked.
"You're not kidding." She sighed heavily, which made her breasts heave
inside her navy-blue sweater, which made Kevin's erection stiffen
still more. "See you later!" She took Nora's hand in hers and headed
off down the quiet Brooklyn street. Nora waved good-bye, and the two
boys said their farewells, both pairs of eyes glued covetously to the
ripe, round ass in the denims.
"I bet I know what you're thinking," Jack said, nudging Kevin's arm.
"No shit, Sherlock." He sighed wistfully. "I'm gonna go eat. Want to
toss a few later?"
Jack shrugged, shaking his head to whip the dirty blond strays from
his forehead. "Sure." He stood and hopped off the steps. "Catch you
later."
Kevin nodded and waited for Jack to leave. Then he looked up and down
the block and across the street into the small park. No one was even
facing this way, except for Ursula, the bookworm, who was only 10 or
11 and didn't pay any attention to boys. She wouldn't notice. He
stood, the front of his worn old jeans bulging obscenely with his
stiff dick, quickly turned and went into the tenement. He bounded up
the three flights of stairs -- two steps at a time -- and let himself
into the apartment.
The only sound was the television in the living room. "I'm home,
Sari!" he yelled.
"...'kay." She was watching the Disney Channel, probably the Lion King
for the 200th time. Sari was 11. Kevin slipped into the tiny cubicle
that became his room when he'd turned 13 and his folks had decided he
should have his own bedroom. It had been small then and was really
cramped now, because Kevin had grown. He was almost six feet tall.
He quickly shifted his narrow bed enough to block the door from
opening -- his parents didn't think the kids should be able to lock
their doors -- and stripped his jeans and shorts to his knees, finally
freeing his aching dick. He reached for the tissues with his right
hand, while his left was already wrapped around his erection, pumping.
His head was filled with images of Mrs. Howley, in her tight jeans and
sweater, in shorts and a tee-shirt and -- best of all -- the never-to-
be-forgotten time she'd worn a sundress and leaned over to tie Nora's
shoelace, giving Kevin's eager eyes a glorious view of her snowy
breasts nestled in the filmy bra. He'd even seen the top of one
nipple!
With a soft groan, Kevin began spurting wildly into the tissues. Six,
seven, eight loads surged through his pulsing dick to bury themselves
in the tissues that he wished could have been Mrs. Howley.
Panting, he squeezed the last drops out of his dick and got fresh
tissues to wipe himself off. He crumpled the whole load inside a clean
tissue, then stood and adjusted his clothes. Finally, he nudged the
bed away from the door and exited his cubical. He flushed the cummy
tissues down the toilet as he washed his hands and face. Kevin
wondered if he was going to be like this all his life -- getting hard-
ons at the sight of every pretty woman. It could be pretty damned
embarrassing.
In the small kitchen, he quickly made three peanut-butter-and-jelly
sandwiches and poured two glasses of milk. He walked to the living
room, where Sari was sprawled on her stomach a few feet from the
television. Kevin and Sari got along pretty well, and he was grateful
that she had interests of her own, even if they seemed pretty simple-
minded to him. At least she wasn't like Phil's kid sister, who
insisted on going everywhere Phil went. At least Sari wasn't a pain in
the ass --
-- Well, not too much, anyhow.
He tried for a moment to look at her not as his little sister, but to
imagine Mrs. Howley at the same age. There'd be absolutely no
indication that she was going to blossom into the curvy bombshell Mrs.
Howley had become. He looked at Sari's baggy jeans draped innocently
over her skinny legs, with her bare feet sticking out, and her
insignificant butt, and he stared at the oversized sweatshirt she
seemed to wear all the time, and he tried to imagine Mrs. Howley
dressed the same way at that age.
His imagination wasn't that good.
"I made some sandwiches and milk," he said. "In the kitchen."
She twisted around nimbly and stood, grinning. "Great!"
She was cute when she smiled like that, Kevin thought, with her dark
brown eyes bright and wide and her light brown hair all messed up.
Like their parents, Sari was on the small side, even for her age, and
would probably be as lean as their Mom and Dad.
"Turn off the set, and let's eat." He started back for the kitchen. He
could hear her hurrying to catch up.
"Hey, Kevvy, can I ask you something?"
He took his seat at the small kitchen table, his back hard against the
gas stove. To the left, the window looked out on the fire escape and
the lines full of drying clothes criss-crossing the backyards in the
relentless sunshine that shone into Brooklyn tenement yards, a tease
and a promise. "Yeah, sure. What?" He grabbed a sandwich and bit in.
She reached for a sandwich. "Why do boys jack off?" She took a bite of
her sandwich.
Kevin nearly choked. He managed to swallow the lump of semi-digestible
food and then struggled to clear his throat. Finally, he drained half
his glass of milk. "Uh, who -- what do you mean, jack off?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, you know! Rubbing their thing when it gets
all hard."
"Er, um, who told you about it?" He tried to make himself sound calm,
unconnected.
"Someone I know saw her brother doing it. So, why do boys do it?" She
nibbled at her sandwich some more.
"What makes you think all boys do it?"
"Well, her brother does it, and I know you do it...so, why?"
Kevin got a sudden chill. She knew he did it? Shit, if she told
anyone -- especially their parents -- he'd be busted royally.
"Look, Sari, you shouldn't be talking about this stuff. You should be
asking Mom or Dad or a priest or something, not just any guy."
"You're my *brother* -- and you know what'll happen if I ask any of
those other people." She seemed genuinely annoyed.
"Yeah, I know," he sighed. "Do I ever." When he was 10, he'd asked his
father why women's chests were called "tits." That had gotten him a
sharp slap and a bar of Ivory soap in the mouth and the warning that
if he ever said anything like that again, he'd get worse. And when, on
his father's orders, he'd recounted his sin of profane language in
Confession, he'd been assigned two full decades of a Rosary. "Look,
Sari, you've got to promise me you won't tell anyone about this."
"About talking or you jacking off?"
He groaned. "Any of it!"
"Okay."
"No, I mean really promise. This is serious. I could get in a lot of
trouble."
Something in his tone got through to her. Solemnly, she said, "I
promise."
He nodded. "Okay. Now what do you want to know?"
She bobbed her head in exasperation and took another bite of her
sandwich. "So, like, why do you jack off?" It came out fairly garbled
around the peanut-butter sandwich, but he could understand her.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," he said, stalling.
She swallowed. "Sorry. Well?"
"Well, sometimes my...thing...gets all swollen and hard, and I have
to...do it... until I -- the, uh...stuff...comes out, and the swelling
goes down." His throat was very tight. He finished his milk and poured
another glass.
She nodded, her lips pursed and her forehead wrinkled in thought.
Finally, she asked, "Well, does it hurt a lot when you do it?"
He couldn't completely hold back a smile. "No. It feels really good.
Really, *really* good. What made you think it hurt?"
"My, um, friend told me her brother was groaning and moaning like
crazy, and sometimes you make a little grunt noise when you're doing
it." She resumed eating.
She'd heard him? How?
And then he understood: The single layer of wallboard that separated
their old, shared bedroom into two rooms was a lousy insulator. Late
at night, with the whole house quiet -- when he usually did it -- his
sister would be able to hear something, no matter how quiet he kept.
Especially if she was listening.
"The first time, I thought you were hurt or something, and I was going
to come in, but then it stopped." She shrugged. "So I figured you were
okay. So, like, your thing gets all swelled up, so then you rub it and
stuff comes out, and it feels really good?"
He nodded.
"So, like, does it hurt when your thing gets like that?"
"Kind of. If I don't, uh, do it...well, it can hurt real bad. Like my,
uh, other things get all tender and hurt a lot."
"What other things?"
"You know, the stuff under my thing."
"That little bag that's between guys' legs? I've seen that on babies."
He nodded, blushing.
"So, like, well, what makes your thing get hard like that?"
"Usually seeing a really pretty girl." A pair of pigeons swooped down
to land on the fire escape, just on the other side of the glass.
"You mean, like Ursula?"
"Ursula? Are you kidding? She's just a kid. I mean a real grown-up
pretty girl, you know what I mean?"
She nodded and swallowed, finishing her sandwich. "I know -- a girl
with big boobs."
"Or real nice legs or a nice butt." He set to work on the remaining
sandwich.
"So, who did you just see outside that made your thing get all hard?"
"Mrs. How -- " He clamped his mouth shut, but it was too late.
"Oh, sure, Mrs. Howley. She's really built, isn't she?"
"Yeah..."
"When I grow up, I hope I'm as sexy as she is," Sari said, suddenly
perky. "And as nice. I like her."
"Me, too." He felt a familiar tightening begin in his groin.
"I know you do, and I know why. Especially when she's wearing --"
"Look, Sari, can we please not talk about Mrs. Howley any more?"
Her expression became puzzled. "Why not? She's nice and -- " Her eyes
widened. "You mean just talking about her can do it?"
"Talking about her makes me think about her, and I see her in my head,
and the next thing I know, I've got a boner. I can't help it!"
"You mean it's happening now? You're getting a boner right now?" She
seemed delighted.
He groaned and nodded.
"Wow!" She scrambled off her chair and rushed to his side of the
table, saying, "Let me see it!"
"Sari! Are you nuts?" He grabbed a dish towel and threw it over his
lap.
"Aw, c'mon, Kevvy, please?"
"You're my sister! Besides, you're too little to be seeing things like
that!"
"Am not! I'm in sixth grade, and I'm gonna be 12 soon!"
"Yeah, like six months is real soon -- and sixth grade is too little."
"No, it isn't. Some of the girls in my class already have big boobs.
One girl had big boobs in FIFTH. So there!"
He knew who she meant. All the guys in the neighborhood did: Carol.
"Well, that's different..."
"If I had big boobs you'd let me see it."
"You're still my sister. And you're just a kid. Back off." Thinking
about Carol in her tee-shirt -- and braless -- had reinflated his
erection to full, raging stiffness. Sari made a pouty face --
something she'd always been good at -- and went back to her side of
the table. She was actually kind of cute when she did that.
"Well, can I ask you something else?"
He groaned. "Sari..."
"The stuff that comes out when you beat off, like it's not the same
stuff that comes out when you go to the bathroom, right?"
He stuffed the other half of the sandwich in his mouth and nodded. He
tried to surreptitiously rearrange his aching dick so it lay along his
thigh instead of being trapped inside the crotch of his jeans.
"So, like, what is it?"
He chewed the mangled sandwich slowly, stalling. He really should tell
her to go the library and read one of the books there, but he knew the
library would call their folks to get their permission. And he
couldn't very well bring home the porno books passed around in his
freshman class, which was how he had found out the real way things
worked. Or maybe he should just shut his yap and not say anything
more.
But he remembered Darla, the really quiet girl in his eighth-grade
class, who got pregnant. The word was she hadn't known how people got
pregnant.
"It's called semen."
"Sea men?"
"No." He spelled it for her.
"And when it comes out, it feels better?"
He sighed heavily. "It feels great."
"What's it for?"
This was the big one. Once he replied, he knew the questions weren't
going to stop until she had the whole story. And looking at his kid
sister and remembering Darla, he wanted her to get the whole story, so
she'd know.
"It's for making babies."
"That does it." She stood up, grabbing her plate and glass. "You're
lying to me." She put the plate in the sink and rinsed the glass.
"What makes you think I'm lying?"
She turned and scowled at him. She wasn't very good at scowling.
"Because even *I* know only girls can have babies. I'm not *that*
dumb!"
"Sari, how do you think girls get pregnant in the first place?"
"Well, they -- uh, they...they get married, right?"
"Remember Darla?"
"Who?"
"Never mind." He searched his memory. "Wait a minute. Remember Carol's
big sister, Janet?"
She nodded. "What about her?"
"Well, she has a baby, and she's never been married. She's only 17."
Sari's expression opened as wide as her eyes. "Oh, yeah..."
"So how do you think she got knocked up?"
Shaking her head, Sari slowly resumed her seat. Her face was rapt.
"Sari, the semen gets a woman pregnant when it goes inside her."
She blinked. "But -- how does it get inside her?"
Kevin took a deep breath. "A man puts his boner inside her and shoots
the semen in there."
She screwed up her face in puzzlement. "But, how does he put it inside
her?"
He felt a blush rising. "Well, uh, like between your legs, you
know..."
"But that's where I got to the bathroom!"
He shook his head. "Not exactly. There's, um, another opening..."
She got a horrified look. "Back *there*?"
"No, in between those two places is ANOTHER opening..."
Her mouth opened and understanding spread across her face. "So
*that's* what it's for."
He nodded. "And that's where the baby will come out, eventually."
"It's awfully little," she said solemnly, "even for the littlest
baby,"
"That's because you're still little, like I told you." With the change
of direction of their talk, he realized his erection was subsiding.
"Wow. So a guy sees a woman with big boobs -- like Mrs. Howley or
Carol -- and he gets a boner, and then he sticks it in the
girl's...place...and shoots his semen in her, and then she gets
pregnant and has a baby." She seemed amazed.
"Basically, but not all the time. She's got to be fertile. She has to
be menstruating and at the right time of the month."
Sari nodded emphatically. "Some of the girls in my class have
monthlies; that's what they call them. So they could get pregnant?"
"Yeah. And they're the girls with the biggest boobs, I bet."
"Yeah."
"Okay. Any more questions?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Fine." He stood, confident that his penis was soft enough not to
betray him. Kevin finished clearing the table and started washing the
dishes. Sari stood next to him, drying what he rinsed. The top of her
head only came up to the middle of his ribs, and he couldn't resist
teasingly resting his forearm on her head.
"Stop it, Kevvy." She shrugged away from him.
He chuckled. "Sorry, shrimp."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay." He knew he should lighten up on her. They finished the
cleanup, and she started back to the living room and the television.
"So, like -- let me ask you one more question, okay?"
He made a face. "Oh, alright."
She settled on the floor with her back to the television, sitting
indian style. "So, like, have you ever, uh, y'know, done it with
anyone?"
He shook his head sadly.
"But you'd like to."
"And how."
"So, you don't know any girls who'd do it with you?"
"I wish."
"Do you know any girls who do it?"
"I hear stories."
Her eyes widened. "Really? Who?"
"No, a guy's not supposed to tell."
She made a face. "Well, like, who would you like to do it with? I
mean, besides Mrs. Howley?"
"That," he said, standing. "is for me to know and you to find out." He
stuck his tongue out at her and went to the window. He searched the
park across the street for some sign of Jack or Dan or one of his
other friends. It was really the first day of the year warm enough to
uncork some hard throws.
"Looking for Mrs. Howley?" she teased, coming to stand beside him. She
glanced out the window. "Hey, there's Carol."
Kevin spotted the sixth grader just entering the park. He watched her
wander past the monument to the men who had built the Civil War
ironclad "Monitor" and stop, looking around, probably for some of her
friends. She was wearing tight jeans and a blue sweater. Kevin
marveled at the size of the breasts in that sweater. As he watched,
she spotted someone and waved enthusiastically, which made her braless
tits jiggle maddeningly. His dick rapidly began swelling.
"Oh, wow."
He glanced at Sari, standing beside him, and found her staring fixedly
at the growing bulge in his jeans. Kevin whirled away, turning his
back to her, and reached to grab a newspaper. Sari scurried in front
of him and blocked his path, her eyes fixed on the lump.
"Stop it!" he snapped, turning, intent on leaving the room.
But she grabbed his wrist. "Please, Kevvy, I just want to look at it
for a minute."
He ground his teeth together. "Alright, dammit -- look!"
"Please don't be mad at me, Kevvy. It's just that it's -- it's like magic,
that part of you getting all swollen up like that just because -- " She
stopped and again, her little mouth hung open. "Carol? Was it Carol?"
Still grimacing, he nodded jerkily.
"But, I mean, she's in my class! Is it because she has such big
boobs?"
He nodded again. "And she's got a sexy butt. Seen enough?"
"Well...I guess so. I'd like to -- " She clamped her mouth shut,
looked terribly uncertain for a minute and then blurted: "I wanna see
you do it."
He stared at her. "Are you nuts?"
She set her jaw. "I mean it. I want to see you beat off."
"Why?"
"Well, I mean, I never saw a real one, and I want to see what it looks
like and, you know..."
"We used to take baths together when you were little. You've seen it
already." His dick felt like it was going to rip through his pants.
"Yeah, but it didn't look anything like *that*!"
"Sari, please just leave -- me -- alone!" He stalked out of the living
room and headed for his bedroom. He kept seeing Mrs. Howley's
image...and Carol's image. He couldn't believe he'd gotten such a
raging boner over am 11-year-old, but there it was, pulsing along his
thigh. Well, he figured, his prick didn't know her age; all his prick
knew was those big tits bouncing inside that sweater...
He'd just stepped inside his bedroom and closed the door when he heard
his sister's steps in the narrow hallway.
"I'm sorry, Kevvy."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really, I'm sorry. I'll prove it."
"Yeah? How?"
"I'll tell you a secret, but you gotta promise never ever whatsoever
to even whisper it to anyone in the world." She sounded really
nervous.
"I promise." He squeezed his aching cock through the denim of his
jeans, wishing she'd go away from the door so he could free his prick
and get on with it. "What?"
"Promise to my face."
He opened the door a crack, just enough to see her slightly flushed
face framed by her disheveled hair. Her eyes were wide and her gaze
darted from his face to his bulging jeans and back. "I promise," he
said again.
She took a deep breath. "Well, sometimes, at night, when I'm under the
covers -- " Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Sometimes I touch myself
down there and rub and stuff."
He blinked. "You're putting me on."
She shook her head rapidly. "So now you know about me, and I never
told anyone that before, but I'm telling you my deepest, biggest
secret because I love you, and I don't want you to be mad at me,
okay?"
The tension suddenly flowed out of him. For a moment, he imagined how
tough it must be for her, and here she was asking him things she
couldn't ask anyone else, and he's laying this big load on her, and
then he snaps because he's got a hard-on...
Kevin felt like a rat.
He bent toward the door and whispered, "Aw, I'm not mad at you, Sa-
Sa," using the name she'd had as a toddler. "Really."
She smiled cautiously, and then pushed the door open and threw her
arms around his neck. Automatically, he put his arms around her and
hugged her in return for a moment. He released her and stood straight,
his prick limpening.
"I like it when you hug me," she said. "It makes me feel safe. You
hardly ever hug me any more."
"Yeah, I know. I guess -- I dunno; I should hug you more."
She put her arms around his waist and squeezed. He draped an arm over
her shoulder and embraced her lightly.
"You know, talking about all that stuff, and, you know, seeing how you
got a boner, it made me feel, I dunno -- funny."
"You didn't laugh much."
"I don't mean funny ha-ha; funny peculiar. Sort of like I do sometimes
when I want to touch myself at night." She tilted her head back and
looked up at him, her face suddenly looking more knowledgeable -- and
at ease. "I'm glad I could tell you that, Kevvy. Do you think I'm
disgusting?"
He shook his head. "No, not really. Do you think I am?"
She hugged him tighter. "Of course not. And maybe, sometime, you can
let me watch you do it, and I'll let you watch me do it."
His throat tightened. "Watch you do it?"
He felt her nod against him. "I mean, there's not much to see, but,
you know -- fair is fair."
Kevin's dick started swelling again.
"Because, " she said, "I mean -- I just want to see what -- Oh, wow."
He groaned. There was no way she could have missed seeing it.
"What made it -- ?" She gasped. Kevin looked down and saw her wide-
eyed stare. "I did that? ME? I'm making you get all hard like that?"
He swallowed, but it didn't help; his throat was dry,
And then a smile began to spread on her face. "Oh, Kevvy," she
breathed. "Oh, Kevvy..."
He felt her small hand leave his waist. He knew what she was going to
do. He was powerless to stop her. When her palm light brushed down the
length of his swollen 16-year-old erection, he couldn't suppress the
groan.
"It's so hot!" she breathed and squeezed gently. "And hard!"
"Sari..."
"Let's do it now, please. I really want to. I really, really, really
want to."
"Sari, I can't -- "
"Please? Please?" She was slowly, lightly running her hand up and down
his aching shaft. "It got so big!"
Without a word, he put his hand on his belt buckle and undid it. He
heard her breath whistle as she realized what he was doing. He
unsnapped the waist of his jeans.
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